my voice.

looking high but you are outta sight
looking low but there's nothing to behold

searching and seeking relief
there's nothing much which is something hard to believe

cold as ice & hard as stone
void of feelings, not the heart that i once known

struck with pain,
on it goes without restrain

as time passes on, with each morning dawn
hurt trickles away, like the drizzle in the day

God is in control, without Him, I'm left in the cold
with Him i find happiness by His wonderful grace, my story is told.